Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Japan,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.